Adhere to the castle peak and never relax, the root is broken in the rock. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.

2, "the title half basin LanRuiTu"

Pot painting Shimada Hanzo, blue painting half contains. No venting, no fear of decay.

3. Jiang Qing

The fog wrapped around the mountain, and the thunder and rain never stopped. Halfway through the sunset, I spit out Wangjianglou.

4.cliff orchids

Cliff thousands of feet, orchids in the sky. There are firewood collectors, so you can't reach out and fold.

5. "Painting Orchids"

The bluegrass has done, and the mountain has profound meaning. Loyalty is still self-embracing, so why fight with others?

6.bamboo

Section after section, thousands of branches and leaves. I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies.

7. "orchid"

Chunlan has not blossomed in Xia Lan, and everything is reminding people not to stay; After reading all the ups and downs, it is a pot of ang, which is pulled out several times and planted several times.

8. After the Snow in the Mountain

Opening the door in the morning is full of snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold. There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.

9. Painting Bamboo in Wei County in the New Year.

Yazhai lay listening to Little Zhu Xiao, suspecting that it was the voice of the people's sufferings. Some small history of Caozhou County always pays attention to the situation of one branch and one leaf.

10, Ode to Snow

One, two, three or four, five, six, seven, eight and ninety. Thousands of countless pieces, fly into the plum blossom and disappear.

2. Zheng Banqiao's "Spring Poetry" is full of spring breeze, spring warmth, spring days and spring length, spring mountains are gray, and spring water is shining.

The shade of spring is full of spring flowers. The door is full of green willows, and the front steps are fragrant with spring grass.

Spring fish swim all over the spring water and spring birds sing all over the spring hall. Spring is good, spring is full, and several spring apricots point to spring.

Spring breeze blows dew off the branches, and spring rain soaks the spring begonia. I saw several people laughing in spring: "Spring is short and long. It is really busy for everyone to open a few acres of spring shortage and plant a few acres of spring seedlings. "

To see the spring scenery in spring, I am busy with several spring mothers, putting some spring flowers in my head and putting on spring clothes; Spring vegetables in the pocket, spring mulberry in the basket. Idle in spring, bored in love, lazy to go back to the boudoir.

In the countryside, I saw a spring girl, dressed in smart spring clothes from top to bottom, with faint spring scenery and fragrance everywhere. She leans against her spring boudoir, looking forward to Chunlang, hoping that she will not return to spring, and her longing for spring is hurt by spring. Spring heart becomes spring lang, and spring disease returns to spring prescription.

Eyes full of spring resentment, wipe your eyes with tears. It is best to put this rejuvenation behind you, and then hide the heart of spring after the solstice of spring.

At home, I put on a pot of spring wine, sang some Haruka songs, envied my fame, and forgot to read the article under the window. Unexpectedly, in Luming Literature in mid-spring and February, I will never forget the thunder of spring thunder on the ground.

The poem about spring is 1. Spring is late and flowers and trees are in full bloom. The orioles showed off their songs heartily, and a beautiful country girl picked Artemisia leisurely. The Book of Songs Xiaoya Chu Ci

2. In the middle of spring, Yang and Fang. Historical Records of Qin Shihuang's Biography

3, Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant. Han Yuefu's Ancient Ci "Long Songs"

4, the wind is fragrant in spring. Jin Yuefu's Ancient Ci "Three Golden Baiqi Dances"

In the spring of February and March, grass and water are the same color. Yu Zhu, an ancient poem of Jin Yuefu.

6, the Spring Festival Evening green show, rock high and white clouds. Xie Lingyun's Into the Lake Mouth of Peng Li in the Southern Song Dynasty

7. Spring grass grows in the pond, and garden willows turn into songbirds. Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Pool Upstairs" in Southern Song Dynasty

8, birds cover Chunzhou, miscellaneous English full of Fangdian. Nantiao's "Going to Sanshan Late and Looking to Beijing"

9. Send a message saying that it is sunny in Los Angeles, and the spring will be twice as good next year. Du Fu's Spring in Beijing

10, white clouds and red clouds dawn from the sea, and plums and river willows are in the wild in spring. Warm spring urges warblers to sing, and duckweed in the clear sun is dark in color. Du, "Looking at Lu Cheng's Spring Tour in Jinling"

1 1, Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Tang and Zhang Zhi.

12, the forest flowers are swept away, and the grass is still alive. Tang Meng Haoran's Search for Nine Fragrances in Happy Wang in Spring'

13, the lake is clear in February, and every family sings in spring. Tang's "King of Spring Music".

4. The ancient poetry garden about spring can't be shut up, and an apricot comes out of the wall.

The spring breeze in February is like scissors. The spring breeze is green. In Jiang Nanan, the river is green and the grass is blue. In February, the long warblers fly, and the willows on the embankment are drunk. A stone spring smoke stirs up a thousand waves. When is the autumn moon? I know how many flowers bloomed in the past, but shallow grass can't have horseshoes. I don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze. Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night. Ming sells apricot flowers in deep alleys, and the East Garden is barren of vegetation. I don't know who cut it out. In February, the spring breeze is like scissors, and the lake is clear in February. Every family sings birds in spring, the spring breeze falls on the willows, and the spring grass is full of love. There are still green petals floating on the mountain, and the snow comes with spring, walking quietly on a road stretching to white clouds.

The males grow longer in a day, and the branches of Chai Jing are easy to fall off in spring. Bud discussed how to open the spring morning. I woke up carefree, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken in detail. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze! Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.

The sunshine in spring is so warm that flowers and trees are full of vitality. The orioles showed off their songs heartily, and a beautiful country girl picked Artemisia leisurely.

Delay: slow. Huimu: vegetation.

Lush: The appearance of lush grass. Cang Geng: warbler.

Hehe: Birds sing in unison. Midges: Artemisia ordosica.

Hey: A lot. The Book of Songs? Xiaoya? When the car leaves, it's already mid-spring, and Yang Hefang starts: spring is warm, historical records? Biography of Qin Shihuang: Spring can't be peaceful, everything is glorious, long songs can be sung, and spring wind can be heard. In February and March, Xiang Jin Yuefu's ancient poem "Three Golden Baiqi Dances", the grass is the same color as the water. Yu Zhu, an ancient poem written by Jin Yuefu, is a beautiful scene in the Spring Festival Evening.

Tun: Stay and gather. In Peng Li Hukou written by Xie Lingyun in the Southern Song Dynasty, spring grass grows in the pond, and willow in the garden becomes songbirds: songbirds change species.

Winter has gone and spring has come, and birds have changed. In the Southern Song Dynasty, Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Pool and Going Upstairs" made Chunzhou full of birds and birds, and made Chunzhou miscellaneous: the spring is full on the sandbar.

Mixed English; All kinds of flowers. Fangdian: rural areas.

Xie Tiao, Liang of the Southern Dynasties, sent a message in "Going to Wangjing Town in the Evening", saying that it will be sunny in Los Angeles next year and return to Los Angeles: Luoyang City. Windy days: spring scenery.

Tao: Say. The spring of Don Du Shen Yan was born in Beijing, white clouds and red clouds dawned from the sea, and spring was born on plum blossoms and wicker.

I watched an oriole fly away in the warm wind, Haishu, and a piece of green water grass reflected by the sun: sunrise at sea. Li Heliu in the wild in spring: Liu Mei crosses Jiang Lai, and spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

Shu Qi: The warm breath of spring. Turn green apple wave: turn green apple grass in water.

The meaning of four sentences is: rosy clouds rise to the sea with the rising sun, plum blossoms and green willows take the other side of the spring river, yellow birds sing in warm spring, and sunshine makes apples green. I don't know who cut out the details of Tang Du Shen Yan's "Looking at Lu Cheng's Early Spring Tour in Jinling". The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Tang and Zhang Zhi's "Singing Willow": "Jasper adorns trees, and thousands of strands of blue silk hang down.

I don't know who to cut it for, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. In February, the lake is clear, and every household sings birds in spring. In spring, Tang Haoran's "Wang Jiu Xiang Xun" Wen Daochun didn't know each other, so I went to visit the news. Tang Li Bai's "Sending Wang Hanyang in Early Spring" was all notified by the cold, and the spring breeze was returned to Tang Li Bai's "Eight Poems in the Palace", and the east wind returned with the spring and sent flowers to my branch. In the spring of Tang Dynasty, Li Bai sent Qi 'ang to Bazhong, Xianyang, Gong Liu Jinzhi in February and March, Li Bai's ancient style of Tang Dynasty, spring grass, green Tang Dynasty, and Li Bai's Golden Gate answered Su Xiucai. Petals floating in the wind were still in the mountains, fragrant with flowing water, and birds in Xu Shen, Liu Tang, accompanied by snow in spring, so leisurely. Liu Tang Xu Shen's Snow is a Mountain, On a Road Reaching White Clouds and By a Spring Reaching the Bluest River mean that the road is blocked by white clouds and spring is green.

Liu Tang Xu Shen's "Queti" leaves no flowers, birds singing all the way to the spring mountain. Tang Lihua's Improvisation of Spring is late, but Feifei is light. The days are long, and the males stay away from spring. The first two sentences describe red and catkins.

The last two sentences say that the days are getting longer and longer. Spring is fading, the birds in widex are coughing, no one comes and goes, only Chai Men is unique. In the Tang Dynasty, the branches of Du Fu's Spring Festival travel rush easily fell down one after another. Bud talks about the seven quatrains in Du Fu's "Seeking Flowers and Catching Rivers" in Tang Dynasty. Swift wet forest, wind and green water, long swallow: rouge. Water shepherd's purse, an aquatic herb.

In Tang Du Fu's Qujiang Dui Yu, the snow color in the mausoleum belongs to day lily, and there is willow day lily in spring: a kind of grass that the ancients thought could make people forget their worries. This sentence is about the day lily sprouting and invading the snow color of the mausoleum.

Leak: Leak. Du Fu's "La Ri" in the Tang Dynasty is the spring in Jianghan. Last night, the frost was slightly cold except for Tang Du's farewell to his sister Guan Ying. It thundered in Jiangpu last night, and it was slightly cold in spring.

New fire and new smoke from the morning, the lake is spring. Passenger ship facing: Good morning. Du Fu's "Two Poems of Tomb-Sweeping Day" in Tang Dynasty is like a spring breeze, which blows off several flowers overnight. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's "Nine Poems in Queue", the east wind is the messenger of Yang and harmony, and every grass and tree reports Yang and harmony: spring blossoms.

Tang Qianqi's "Spring Suburb" Yan Chunwan did not return, a misty rain and apricot blossom cold: level. Jing Qing, a poet of the Tang Dynasty Dai Shulun Su Xi Pavilion, is only half yellow and half jagged in the Spring Festival; Majority.

Uneven: uneven. In Juyuan Yang's Early Spring in the East of the City in the Tang Dynasty, the Yangtze River is green with lotus leaves as big as money. Sometimes it rains at three or two, and there are ten branches and five flowers everywhere. This is a description of the scenery during the Qingming Festival.

Tang's "two cold" failed to flourish in the new year, but in early February, he was surprised to see grass buds. Snow is too late for spring, and writing snow for flying flowers through trees can't wait for spring to come. It has already worn trees to decorate the scene of early spring.

In Chun Xue by Tang Hanyu, the sky is raining and the air is crisp in autumn, but the grass is nearby. The most beneficial thing is the spring of the year, which is definitely better than the willow.

The grass looks far away; Spring grass began to grow, showing a little bud. It looks like new green at a distance, but it seems invisible at a close look. Absolute victory; Far better than.

Tang Hanyu's "Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring" soon after the grass tree came back to know the spring, there were all kinds of red and purple disputes: flowers and plants were beautiful. Tang Hanyu's Late Spring When did Dongfeng come from Luoyang, and Liu Chunquan returned to Tang Hanyu's Five Songs of Feeling Spring. The wind is crimson and the green leaves are covered with branches. Tang Du Mu's Poem of Mourning for the Past said: "It is natural to look for the Spring Festival Evening School, and there is no need to be disappointed.

The vicissitudes of nature make flowers wither, spring has passed, green leaves are lush, fruits are heavy, and it is almost the harvest season. "。

5. Poetry Age: Qing Author: Zheng Xie's Works: Twelve Poems by Nian Nujiao: Southeast, sweeping away old habits and mountains and rivers.

Cooper is lying in the temple, and dragons come to stay every night. Weng Zhong's clothes, lion's horns, moss marks of static locks.

As the sun sets, several people are studying on horseback. It is said that the world is impermanent, and the rain is coming, and the ghosts are crying and howling.

I don't remember the founding day of that year, and the clay figurine of the Yuan Dynasty burst into tears. The eggshell is dry, and the world of pills and mud rolls like a candle.

On the side of the old monk's mountain, he only took a ladle of boiling spring. Hong Guang was named Jinlian and Yushu when the People's Republic of China was founded, and later became a fanatic.

There is no limit to the suffering of plants, mountains and rivers, only to choose colors. Swallows write notes, spring lanterns tell mysteries, and nights are short and days are narrow.

Haiyun paid separately, even the red sun stopped. It was also the reign of Maruan, the town of Gao Liu, and the dog bag towel.

It's still annoying to sell it all, and I have to go to the southeast half. Who can escape the rise and fall of a country and the success or failure of others? Taiping Longwan, this Cao Jiu has been born.

Beside the old pavilion, it was blown into willow by the west wind. Such as thread, such as silk, infinite hatred, the breeze is like smoke.

Sail on the river, don't cry before respecting, and have affectionate friends in your eyes. Words are endless, and the sunset is sad.

Try to be famous for half your life, and be careful in your spare time. Nine out of ten things are often lost. He dances in heavy makeup and is always tempted by his family.

Immediately, I screamed and begged in the street, and everything went up in smoke. What is the joy of the generals? Being poor is better than being stubborn.

Where to turn around and turn to the prosperous old dreams? Only the green hills surround the old country, and the yellow-leaf westerly vegetable garden. Pick up the oak steps, fish in the palace marsh, and return at dusk.

The copper bottle is 100 feet high, and there is a whine. Only a stone's throw from the river, Yu Wenhuaji is Han Qinhu.

Rouge came out arm in arm at the bottom of the well and asked where Erxiaoniang was. In the Qing Dynasty, he sang the song "Crossing the River and Closing the Woman". How many emperors are there in the true colors of Ci field? The twilight clouds are fading away, the residual buildings are faint, and the clock is lying in the courtyard.

Outside the courtyard, there are thousands of green hills and shallow springs. Crows make loose corridors, mice turn over scrolls, and monks are far away.

An empty beam is broken, and the nest does not belong to Yan. Pity the rise and fall of the six generations, give birth to public interests above all else, and never care about grievances.

Plant bodhicitta halberd and enter the Sakyamuni wheel first. The history of Qing dynasty mocked the bomb, passed the lamp as a laughing stock, and did nothing but sit on the wall.

Constant sand is boundless, and the number of man-made disasters is short. The Gankun side, supported by generations of Hao Ying, is in mid-air.

The immortal dragon is immortal, and the seven orifices are drier than the heart. Bamboo sticks and linen, scarlet robes and white blades are simple, clumsy and hard.

Confidence comes out, and I don't understand why. I also know Gao Kui from Miracle, Yi San from Hongdian and Shen Fu from Yue Wei.

He collapsed from the beginning, and the topic was different. Ten pieces of furniture, ten thousand pieces of skin, and the soul is broken.

The world's rats, how to make up the tiger! The bridge is low red, the water is long beside Qinhuai, and the poplars are floating. Lead the spring breeze to accompany the dancing swallows and say goodbye with dew and sadness.

Smoke is soft and pear blossoms, rain is cold and food is cold, and grass is in season. Draw a boat full of flutes and drums.

After all, there are few peach leaves and peach roots in ancient and modern times, and the color art is called double unique? A wisp of HongLing leans to the left, and the boudoir is more or less buried. If Yi Guang and Zhu Luo die, who will be a philosopher? Song of Wang Lang, Yan said.

Autumn is spiritual, it is a storm, it is bleak. The sunset crow went down the mountain and asked about the former site of Taicheng.

Old vines hide snakes, flowers are cheap and blood is bad. Someone is herding horses and the city head is blowing.

At the beginning, I sacrificed my face and only ate vegetables and fruits, abiding by Samoan laws. Why do you dig mice when you are hungry? Say it again, hehe. What's wrong with losing? Hard words, tears in the hero's chest.

The winding alley, at the oblique angle of the spring city, under the shade of Populus davidiana. The ochre wall is paved with stones, and the door reflects the flowing water of Bixi.

Drizzle, flute in the setting sun, peaches and plums all the way. The wind blows the fallen flowers, and the falling flowers wind blows again.

It is also full of cars, every family is a swallow, and Jiang Jie has beautiful scenery. In April, cherry blossoms are all over the city, and snowflakes are Shaded Knives.

Huaishui is clear in autumn, Zhongshan is dusk, and the old horse ploughs idle land. A mountain and a ditch, I will die here.

Hanging rock thousands of feet, borrow European knives and axes, cut into battlements. Thousands of miles of golden city stretches as far as the eye can see, and Hong Tao in Wan Li bursts.

Wang Jun boarded the ship, and he pointed out that the wind was profitable. A torch is lit on the bow, and the chain is burned casually.

This spring, I went to Qiu Lai, where I was caught in a misty rain. It is called the Six Dynasties to promote the abolition of things, and the Xiaoling Temple Pavilion is broken.

The mountains are desolate, the rivers are running, and the tide is hitting the empty city. A few flutes sounded and reeds fluttered in the wind.

The word Yuanyang is a popular story, but is it true? How many heroic sons and daughters created a disaster. Golden lotus in the front hall, Yushu in the back court, both wind and rain.

Liu Jia is happy, a song for a long time! In today's Ruyan Liu Lake, the lake clouds are like a dream, and the lake waves are thicker than wine. At the foot of the mountain, vines and sleeves are dancing in the green belt.

Peach leaves are small, Mochow is small, and there is a loanword population. What is the sin of romance? No honor, no shame, no blame.

Zhou Lang is a young man and a big shot in Jiangdong. Eighty thousand troops flew torches, and the wind rolled the yellow leaves in front of the beach.

The building collapsed, the flag was swept and the river was bleeding. In Xianyang in March, there is no such thing as fire.

I miss him and mourn for him. I'll think about that song, and Tiger Account will talk about the rest. Gong Jin had a wonderful day, and the monarch said goodbye to his subjects.

Wu and Shu are friends, Liu is boiling, and the old charm becomes a traitor. I still hate it. Qinhuai is suffocating every night.

The above works by Zheng Xie Nian Nujiao *** 12 yuan Year: Qing Author: Zheng Xie Works: Qinyuanchun Content: Flowers are ignorant, the moon is boring, and wine is lifeless. Cutting peaches ruined his scenery; Ying Ge cooked it. Help me.

Burning inkstone books, cracking piano paintings, destroying words and smearing names. Xingyang Zheng, born in wooden lattice, begged for food.

It's hard to be colder than cold. The chair, hat and blue shirt are too thin.

Look at the autumn grass in Pengmen, and break the lane every year; It is raining outside the window, and the lights are dim every night. Don't immortals hate their mouths, and they are not allowed to sigh once or twice? Crazy, take a hundred pieces of black silk, fine.

Year: Qing Author: Zheng Xie's works: After the snow in the mountains Content: When you open the door in the morning, the snow is full of mountains, the snow is clear and the clouds are light, and the sun is cold. There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.

Year: Qing Author: Zheng Xie Work Name: Semi-potted Lanruitu Content: Potted, Semi-painted Lanrui. No venting, no fear of decay.

Year: Qing Author: Zheng Xie's Works: Title Bamboo Stone Content: Adhere to the green hills and never relax, the roots are broken rocks; The wind is strong in the east, west, north and south.

6. The best answer to the poem "Spring"

1. Yuchun (3)

When the blue sky rises and the clouds are warm,

The rendering day is only one day.

I am eager to cross these waters,

Spring breeze cannot explain the cold in February.

Poems and songs of the Arctic monarch

2. Yuchun (2)

A few magpies get up early to make February,

The mountains are still colorless.

Despite the frost and snow,

Only Tung Hua smiled at Yuchun.

Poems and songs of the Arctic monarch

3. Spring

Who sent 30 thousand silk in spring,

Send a peach blossom without acacia.

There is no way in the world,

Love is close at hand.

Arctic Jun's Works in 2003

grow flowers

In early spring, towering poplars are in full bloom.

No color, no fragrance, no makeup.

Fall into the land of lovesickness,

Who will pity the vicissitudes of life?

Poems and songs of the Arctic monarch

5. at night

Go to the small building alone and smell the fragrance at night.

Look at the bright moon and add a dress.

Tears streamed down her face,

Roll up the sadness of the spring breeze.

Poems and songs of the Arctic monarch

6. longing for this day

-I dreamed that Li Bai swam the Yellow River.

Crossing Qian Fan alone,

Cross Chung Shan Man again.

Pure daytime often misses dusk,

Blue drunken clouds and sky.

Poetry of the Arctic monarch

7. There are no magpie flowers

Magpies like flowers without magpies,

Spring street is like a guest, and day is like night.

All beings are always hurt mercilessly,

How many spoony guests are you worried about?

Arctic gentleman's poem "Flowers Without Magpies"

8. Long-term worries

-dreamed that Li Bai climbed Mount Tai.

Worry is a thousand feet overhead,

Three thousand years of melancholy and trouble.

At this point, it is already Lingding.

The clouds are 500 feet low.

Poems and songs of the Arctic monarch

9. New tea and old dreams

Sweet tea and jade cup,

Consider who will meet who.

Take advantage of this residual temperature to embrace the new moon,

Be ambitious and wash away old dreams.

Poems and songs of the Arctic monarch

7. In Zheng Banqiao's famous sentence, thousands of feet hanging in the stone city were collected in Zheng Banqiao's words and cut into battlements with European knives and axes.

Thousands of miles of golden city stretches as far as the eye can see, and Hong Tao in Wan Li bursts. Wang Junlou's boat pointed out in one breath that the wind was profitable.

A torch is lit on the bow, and the chain is burned casually. This spring, I went to Qiu Lai, where I was caught in a misty rain.

It is called the Six Dynasties to promote the abolition of things, and the Xiaoling Temple Pavilion is broken. The mountains are desolate, the rivers are running, and the tide is hitting the empty city.

A few flutes sounded and reeds fluttered in the wind. Zhou Yuzhai, a native of Zhou Lang, was a big shot in Jiangdong when he was young.

Eighty thousand troops flew torches, and the wind rolled the yellow leaves in front of the beach. The building collapsed, the flag was swept and the river was bleeding.

In Xianyang in March, there is no such thing as fire. I miss him and mourn for him. I'll think about that song, and Tiger Account will talk about the rest.

Gong Jin had a wonderful day, and the monarch said goodbye to his subjects. Wu and Shu are friends, Liu is boiling, and the old charm becomes a traitor.

I still hate it. Qinhuai is suffocating every night. The red board of Taoyedu Bridge is low, the water in Qinhuai is long, and the poplar floats.

Lead the spring breeze to accompany the dancing swallows and say goodbye with dew and sadness. Smoke is soft and pear blossoms, rain is cold and food is cold, and grass is in season.

Draw a boat full of flutes and drums. After all, there are few peach leaves and peach roots in ancient and modern times, and the color art is called double unique? A wisp of HongLing leans to the left, and the boudoir is more or less buried.

If you create an illusion, you will die. Who will be a philosopher? Song of Wang Lang, Yan said. The bank of the old pavilion was turned into willow by the west wind.

Such as thread, such as silk, infinite hatred, the breeze is like smoke. Sail on the river, don't cry before respecting, and have affectionate friends in your eyes.

Words are endless, and the sunset is sad. Try to be famous for half your life, and be careful in your spare time. Nine out of ten things are often lost.

He dances in heavy makeup and is always tempted by his family. The horse whined and begged in the street, but all this went up in smoke

What is the joy of the generals? Being poor is better than being stubborn. The word "Mochou Lake Yuanyang" is a popular story, but is it true or not? How many heroic sons and daughters created a disaster.

Golden lotus in the front hall, Yushu in the back court, and the wind and rain make the disabled. Liu Jia is happy, a song for a long time! In today's Ruyan Liu Lake, the lake clouds are like a dream, and the lake waves are thicker than wine.

At the foot of the mountain, vines and sleeves are dancing in the green belt. Peach leaves are small, Mochow is small, and there is a loanword population.

What is the sin of romance? No honor, no shame, no blame. The long trunk lane twists and turns, and on the oblique corner of the spring city, the poplars are hidden.

The ochre wall is paved with stones, and the door reflects the flowing water of Bixi. Drizzle, flute in the setting sun, peaches and plums all the way.

The wind blows the fallen flowers, and the falling flowers wind blows again. It is also full of cars, every family is a swallow, and Jiang Jie has beautiful scenery.

In April, cherry blossoms are all over the city, and snowflakes are Shaded Knives. Huaishui is clear in autumn, Zhongshan is dusk, and the old horse ploughs idle land.

A mountain and a ditch, I will die here. Autumn in Taicheng is full of life, not a storm, but a bleak one.

The sunset crow went down the mountain and asked about the former site of Taicheng. Old vines hide snakes, flowers are cheap and blood is bad.

Someone is herding horses and the city head is blowing. At the beginning, I sacrificed my face and only ate vegetables and fruits, abiding by Samoan laws.

Why do you dig mice when you are hungry? Say it again, hehe. What's wrong with losing? Hard words, tears in the hero's chest. Rouge well turns, where does the prosperous old dream turn? Only the green hills surround the old country, and the yellow-leaf westerly vegetable garden.

Pick up the oak steps, fish in the palace marsh, and return at dusk. The copper bottle is 100 feet high, and there is a whine.

Only a stone's throw from the river, Yu Wenhuaji is Han Qinhu. Rouge came out arm in arm at the bottom of the well and asked where Erxiaoniang was. In the Qing Dynasty, he sang the song "Crossing the River and Closing the Woman".

How many emperors are there in the true colors of Ci field? At dusk, the high temple vaguely looked at the broken building and lay in the courtyard. Outside the courtyard, there are thousands of green hills and shallow springs.

Crows make loose corridors, mice turn over scrolls, and monks are far away. An empty beam is broken, and the nest does not belong to Yan.

Pity the rise and fall of the six generations, give birth to public interests above all else, and never care about grievances. Plant bodhicitta halberd and enter the Sakyamuni wheel first.

The history of Qing dynasty ridiculed the bomb, passed the lamp as a laughing stock, and made a fence-riding faction for nothing. Constant sand is boundless, and the number of man-made disasters is short.

The southeast of Xiaoling is king, sweeping away old habits and purifying the country. Cooper is lying in the temple, and dragons come to stay every night.

Weng Zhong wears a lion's head on his clothes, and the static lock is covered with green moss. As the sun sets, several people are studying on horseback.

It is said that the world is impermanent, and the rain is coming, and the ghosts are crying and howling. I don't remember the founding day of that year, and the clay figurine of the Yuan Dynasty burst into tears.

The eggshell is dry, and the world of pills and mud rolls like a candle. On the side of the old monk's mountain, he only took a ladle of boiling spring.

Mr. Fang Jing's temple is on Kun Kun's side, with generations of Hao Ying supporting him in the air. The immortal dragon is immortal, and the seven orifices are drier than the heart.

Bamboo stick linen, scarlet robe with white blade, plain and hard. Confidence comes out, and I don't understand why.

I also know Gao Kui from Miracle, Yi San from Hongdian and Shen Fu from Yue Wei. He collapsed from the beginning, and the topic was different.

Ten pieces of furniture, ten thousand pieces of skin, and the soul is broken. The world's rats, how to make up the tiger! Hong Guang Hong Guang founded this country as a golden lotus and a Yushu, and later became a fanatic.

There is no limit to the suffering of plants, mountains and rivers, only to choose colors. Swallows write notes, spring lanterns tell mysteries, and nights are short and days are narrow.

Haiyun paid separately, even the red sun stopped. It was also the reign of Maruan, the town of Gao Liu, and the dog bag towel.

It's still annoying to sell it all, and I have to go to the southeast half. Who can escape the rise and fall of state affairs and the success or failure of others? Taiping Longwan, this Cao Jiu has been born.

Zheng Banqiao Brief Introduction Zheng Banqiao in Qing Dynasty was an outstanding celebrity in history, the main representative of the Eight Eccentrics in Yangzhou, and a world-renowned painter and writer with "three unique poems and paintings". His life can be divided into five stages: studying, teaching, selling paintings in Yangzhou, being a scholar, being an official, being an official in Shandong and selling paintings in Yangzhou again.

A, reading teaching Zheng Xie (1693- 1766) from Xinghua, Jiangsu. Originally from Suzhou.

His ancestors moved from Nagato in Suzhou to Wangtou in xinghua city, and moved to Zheng Banqiao in the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, that is, the14th generation. His father, Zheng Zhiben, whose real name is Li 'an and Meng Yang, was born in Lin. He is an outstanding scholar in Zheng Banqiao's former residence. He is a disciple at home and has hundreds of students.

Zheng Banqiao was born on1October 22nd. At that time, his family had declined and his life was very poor. At the age of three, my biological mother Wang Fu died. At the age of fourteen, I lost my stepmother, Mrs. Zheng.

Nurse Fei is a kind, hardworking and simple working woman. She gives meticulous care and meticulous care and becomes the pillar of life and feelings. Zheng Banqiao was smart and literate when he was three years old. By the age of eight or nine, he had been a literary and art federation under the guidance of his father.

When I was young, my father and I went to Maojiaqiao in Zhou Zhen to study. At the age of sixteen, I learned lyrics from my hometown ancestor Mr. Lu Zhongyuan.

Around the age of twenty, he was admitted as a scholar. Married at 23, Mrs. Xu.

It was the first time that/kloc-0 came to Beijing in the autumn of 998, and Yu wrote Ouyang Xiu in small letters. At the age of 26, I have been teaching in Jiangcun, Zhou Zhen.

At the age of thirty, my father died. At this time, Banqiao had two daughters and a son, and life was even more difficult. Make a poem and lament Zheng Sheng.